Master of time travel

"Are you going?"

The woman's surprised voice almost knocked over the roof, and even the handsome man standing beside the woman couldn't help but turn sideways.

"Well, I'll leave tomorrow morning." Yun Ling had already expected the reaction of the woman in pink, so she wasn't surprised at the moment.

The woman frowned, with embarrassment on her face, as if she couldn't speak, and looked at Yun Ling after a while.

"That day in the secret passage—"

"You're dizzy." Yun Ling interrupted coldly, seeing the woman's ugly face, but added expressionlessly: "I was knocked unconscious by the falling gravel."

The woman's complexion was even uglier, three points darker than the bottom of the pot.After all, it's really not a thing for a dignified Nascent Soul stage monk to be knocked unconscious by gravel in the secret passage of his own home.

Lai Yue only had a vague memory of what happened before she fell into a coma.She only remembered that the three of them were trapped by two boulders, but she didn't remember anything after that.It's just that when she woke up, there was some pain in the back of her head, and a lump the size of a finger protruded.Touching his palm, he grinned in pain.

Thinking of the lump on the back of her head, Lai Yue became a little angry.

She never thought that she was hit by gravel!

At the corner of his eyes is his playmate who grew up with him.There was a serious look on her delicate face, but the forbearable smile in her eyes couldn't deceive anyone.With a flush of embarrassment on her face, Lai Yue slapped the table and got up, a little embarrassed and angry, and said: "Yinhan, why don't you go and block the secret passage of the ancestral hall, why are you standing here!"

After being called out by the woman, the man showed a look of grievance on his face, and said, "The secret passage was blocked when the young lady fell asleep."

The willow eyebrows were upside down, and the woman in pink put her hands on her hips, and said, "What about the snow outside the door? If there are guests visiting, wouldn't it make people think that my Jun's family doesn't know how to treat guests!"

Nanshan has always been covered with snow all year round. The snow was swept away one moment, and it was piled up the next moment.Furthermore, no one would come to this cold and snow-covered mountain villa, at least during the few days Mo Yun and Yun Ling were here, they had not even seen a single bird.The woman in pink is expressing her anger, but anyone can feel it.But the man in black standing next to the woman just bowed his head in a good-tempered manner: "Miss taught me that it was Yin Han who didn't think well, so Yin Han will go down and sweep the snow away." After finishing speaking, he bowed his head back down.

Mo Yun didn't miss the pampering and helplessness in the man's eyes when he just passed by.

When Yinhan disappeared at the door, the woman in pink snorted and sat down again.It's just that on this face, there is no expression of embarrassment and anger before.

"Are you really leaving?" the woman asked seriously.

"Yeah." Yun Ling returned.

"Tomorrow morning?", murmured to himself, but saw the woman in pink frown her two slender willow eyebrows together and said, "Is that so anxious?"

Yun Ling didn't speak, just looked at Lai Yue.

Mo Yun didn't speak either, just drinking the tea in his hand.It would be a pity to waste rare good tea.

After a while, the woman in pink looked away, sighed as if admitting defeat, and said, "Since you are leaving, I can't force you to stay, just like what was agreed before, I will return the Qingming sword to you." your.".Lai Yue stood up suddenly, stepped forward a few steps, approached Yun Ling, almost touching her face, and said in a low voice, "Come to my room later."

Even as friends, this distance is too close.Before Yun Ling could make a move, Lai Yue jumped away a few steps.In the almond eyes, there is a gleam that cannot be concealed, as cunning as a stealing fox.Hiding at the corner outside the door, the woman in pink poked her head.

"Yun Ling, don't forget, otherwise this Qingming sword doesn't know what will happen to it." After blinking, the woman walked away with a smile.Words like talking to himself came in from outside the door.

"It just so happens that Master Zhang's knife for killing chickens is also broken. I don't know how effective the rumored Horcrux is for killing chickens."

Mo Yun put tea, looked at the woman beside him with a colder complexion, and raised the corners of his mouth.

"I think this horcrux is better than ordinary blunt knives for killing chickens, but it may be too fast, and that's the smell..." Mo Yun shook his head, as if he was really distressed , Said: "I don't know if I can wash it off."

There were cracks on his ice-like face, and his eyes were helpless.The cold woman turned her head and called out in a low voice.

"master."

Mo Yun finally laughed out loud, stood up and walked out.

"Anyway, it's still early today. I'm looking around. I think the scenery of Nanshan Mountain should be pretty good."

"I will accompany the master."

A gust of wind came from behind, and Mo Yun had his hands behind his back, but his right hand was blown to his waist by the breeze.The faint body temperature, slightly lower than ordinary people, held Mo Yun's hand.

"This wind is not the wind of a gentleman." Mo Yun said with a faint smile.

"But this wind is not the wind of a villain." Yun Ling said without squinting.

The smile on his face grew stronger, Mo Yun turned his head, looked at the serious lover beside him, pretended to be puzzled, and said, "Then Yun Ling might tell me, what kind of wind should it be to molesting Huadie?"

Comparing himself to a butterfly, the people around him don't have any shyness on their faces, it's really just this person's temperament.But these days, she is no longer that child who only knows how to blush.

Tilting her head, Yun Ling also looked at Mo Yun, and said, "Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful, and the spring breeze is blowing in Revlon."

But Mo Yun was taken aback by Yun Ling's words, and said, "Where did you learn this?"

"In the book." Yun Ling replied sincerely.

"It's daytime."

"The disciple knows."

"There are no concubines here."

"But there are butterflies here."

"spring breeze?"

"It's not like a villain."

The words that seemed confusing to others, but in the end they went back.Mo Yun raised her eyebrows, her apprentice seemed to have learned a lot of things she didn't know.But at this moment, Mo Yun was speechless, and the smile on the corner of the other party's mouth made Mo Yun lose his mind for a moment.

The first melting of ice and snow is the spring water, the morning sun and the first sun, the so-called stunning, but it is probably so.

Mo Yun secretly sighed at her lack of focus. In front of such a beauty, she can probably understand why the ancient kings could do such absurd behavior as "riding a red dust concubine and laughing".If it was her, how could she be a wise king in front of such beauty.

"What are you thinking, Master?" Seeing Mo Yun lost his mind, Yun Ling asked suspiciously.

"I was wondering why the ancient kings were bewitched by beauty."

Yun Ling frowned, and said: "Men are always prone to indulge in sex."

That's why he made a fatal mistake.Fame, wealth, and power are the things that men can't let go of the most.And a beautiful woman is something that men want to conquer, just like a territory, which cannot be tolerated by others.But when this peerless appearance grows old, the man will throw it away without hesitation, like throwing away a dirty rag, with only disgust in his eyes.

Seeing the suddenly serious woman, Mo Yun shook her head, she knew what Yun Ling was thinking at the moment.With that kind of bad memory, it is naturally impossible to have a good impression of the man.

"It's not all like that." Mo Yun looked ahead and said lightly.

Yun Ling tilted her head, waiting for the next words.

"Men in the world are not all that unbearable, but there are also real gentlemen."

The look in his eyes changed, and after a while, he finally settled down and lowered his eyes.

"The disciple knows."

She knew that when she was covered in bruises, there were old people in the village who secretly brought her meals.The old man is a kind old man, with a hunchback, leaning on crutches, walking ten steps, he has to stop for a breath.But the old man's eyes are very bright, and he doesn't look like an old man of this age at all.Yun Ling could even imagine that the old man must have been a handsome man when he was young, and he also had great ambitions, but in the end, he became an old man who no one cares about in this village.But it was this old man who was weak and old, and after Yun Ling was whipped, he sent medicinal wine, even the cheapest medicinal wine.

Yun Ling couldn't remember the old man's appearance, but Yun Ling could still remember the old man's bright eyes.

For Yun Ling at that time, it was also the only warmth.

"You're lost."

"Yeah." Yun Ling nodded and said, "Suddenly thought of something from the past."

"Really?" Mo Yun smiled, but didn't ask further.

Yun Ling looked at the people beside her, lowered her gaze, and said, "Master, do you want to hear it?"

"If you want to speak, I will listen."

Ten fingers held each other, and there was a reassuring temperature in the intertwined hands.Yun Ling raised her eyes, looked at the gentle profile of the person beside her, and also looked forward.Even in the snow, there is warmth.

"When I was young......"

Those who tell are willing to speak, and those who listen are willing to listen with their heart, this story is meaningful.The figures of the two gradually walked away and merged with the white snow, leaving soft words floating in the air.

At night, Mo Yun was lying on the bed alone, looking at the cold moonlight streaming down from the window, his heart ached, just for the weak little girl that women talked about during the day.Although it seems that people don't care about it, it's just like telling someone else's story, with a cold tone and a passing pain, but people can hear it, but it's not like that.

But Mo Yun couldn't do anything, he could only hold the cold woman's hand tightly, and then smiled.

A person as stubborn as a cloud spirit, she can reveal her humiliation and scars to you, and put her complete self in front of you, because of a word of love.But at this time, she didn't need sympathy.A person who survived by his own efforts looked at her with sympathy, which was just an insult to the other party.

Yun Ling doesn't need sympathy, and she is not with Yun Ling because of sympathy.

At this moment, Mo Yun was disturbed by another question.

That is the poem that Yun Ling said today.

"Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful, and the spring breeze blows the leaves of Revlon." Under the flickering candlelight, Mo Yun frowned and whispered out.

Is there Li Bai in this world?

For that famous and unrestrained talent, Mo Yun almost fanatically admired him. Even Nan He once laughed at Mo Yun, why didn't he choose a major related to ancient Chinese history.Being adored doesn't necessarily mean letting yourself be influenced by that person. Mo Yun is a rational person, so naturally he won't do things that only rely on emotion.

Mo Yun always has some fantasies about the person who can write such wanton and uninhibited words as imperial concubine grinding, wrestlers taking off their boots, and finally leaving Chang'an with a sword.

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